If Dr. Phil can air reruns, then so can I.

I'm not feeling very bloggy this morning (yeah, I just made up that word) so here is a rerun from February. One of my favorites. Hope it makes you smile!

Who's at the door?

I read this on another blog:

"You know it, you hate it. Nothing is worse than hearing a knock at your door when you least expect it. Maybe you're wearing curlers in your hair, maybe you're fresh off your twice-monthly ugly cry or maybe, like me, you're clad only in your husband's t-shirt."

She then goes on to tell of a hilarious story!

Well, my story isn't quite as funny as hers, but it's just as embarrassing (if not worse) so here it is...

My mom often stops by on her way home if she's in the area for some reason. Sometimes it's a trip to Rolla to go shopping, sometimes it's when she's on her way back from visiting Sonja in Springfield. Even if it's just for a quick hello, she'll come by and give the kids a hug and be on her way.

So one afternoon, she gave me a call like she usually does if she's on her way. "I'm on the overpass, I'll be there shortly," she said. This means a person will be at my house within two minutes or less, so I unlocked the door and got ready for the kids to be excited to see Mama. Then, within a minute, I heard a knock at the door.

"Boy, she was sure quick this time!" I thought to myself. When she called, I was nursing Gabriel, and I have sort of mastered the art of walking around and nursing. I'll admit, it's not something I could do at Wal-Mart or anything, but around family, it works out just fine. I had my shirt completely pulled up, Gabriel on the left breast, and I opened the door. But instead of seeing my mom, I saw a sweet little girl and BOTH of her parents. She was going door-to-door selling girlscout cookies. All three of them got a full view of at least my chubby side, and I quickly pulled Gabriel off and pulled down my shirt.

I felt rather obligated to buy cookies at that point; however, the girl and her parents have not returned to collect the $4 or give me what I ordered. I'm not sure if I should expect them! ;o)